Stefanos' Brunch: Kinky Sunday Brunch

Stefanos and Nerine sit at the long table in the Upper Floor main hall on Sunday, brunch laid out before them. Cherry kneels at Stefanos' side, wrists strapped behind her, ankles crossed and chained. She is gagged with a thick black bit, drool dripping onto the front of her corset. Stefanos feeds her scraps from his plate, never letting her hands free. The sunlight through the high windows makes the steel of her restraints flash white. Cherry's eyes water every time he pushes another bite past the gag. When he tires of the slow pace, he stands, pulls her over his knee, lifts her skirt, and lands a hard open palm on her bare ass until the skin blooms red. Nerine watches without speaking, one finger tracing the rim of her wine glass. Stefanos unbuckles his belt, frees his cock, and pushes into Cherry's ass while she stays bent across his lap. The table rattles with each thrust; plates shift, silverware clinks. Cherry's muffled noises mix with the wet sounds of skin and lube. He finishes inside her, holds her still until he is done, then lets her slide to the floor. Semen leaks down her thigh onto the polished wood. Nerine reaches out, wipes the spill with two fingers, and feeds it back between Cherry's lips. Brunch continues.